The second prince of Asgard walked into the closest town he could find. His from was bent, his walk crooked. Loki ached from every inch of his body, broken by his literal fall out of the sky. The town was clearly old, covered in snow. There was a well in the middle, surrounded by wooden taverns all around. It looked scenic to the younger prince, who aside from his mischief was a known lover of art and literature. The complete opposite of his older brother. Half-brother. Different from all Aesir, actually. Ugh. Like he needed more reminders. The people of this town were reminders enough. Every single one of them was big and bulky, man or woman, except maybe the beggars.
The townsmen stopped to look at him, and then continued on. If they didn't laugh, they showed "ingenuine" concern and surprise, clearly their reaction of his bent up shape. Loki held his head up high, as a high as he could, and walked princely by the mewling mortals. He walked into the one "tavern looking" building that actually was a tavern, full of huge and bearded men sitting around, swinging their mugs and jeering at the women. If they do not at one point in their ancestry come from Thor… Loki thought to himself as he took a seat at the bar. The bartender looked up from cleaning the glass he was holding, and dared to come to him, but went away after receiving a strong glare from the stranger.
Mnnnnnuugghhh! Loki groaned as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. The guy sat down on the stool next to him, and offered the stranger his own mug before chugging it down himself.
"Sou? Aaahh, whaht happernd tuh yur, bub? Yeh fall out 'er de blue?" the orange bearded man swung his mug up at the roof before landing his hand back on the prince's already aching shoulder.
Loki looked from his shoulder up to the man, a weak smirk on his face.
"Do that ONE more time."
"Whaht, this?" the thug lifted his up, but it landed hard on the metal wooden stool, breaking both the furniture and his hand. Rest of the guy's table stood up, waiting to hear something out of their friend.
The broken handed big guy looked up at the indifferent stranger, and his anger grew.
"Ya son of a bitch!"
Loki did not take the insult to his mother lightly, and now intentionally beat the guy up with whatever tools and strength he could gather. He looked up from his tiring feat to see the other guys lunging at him. Loki dropped his head to the side in disbelief, only to look up to see a heavy fist coming straight at his face, and everything blackened.
Sorry if it was dull. These are a couple filler chapters before the "real" story I guess. But thank you if u like it any way. Leave reviews and yes I know it is slow so far, but soon there will be chance for smirk, hatred, heroism, romance, fatherhood and family.